Perhaps his voice was a bit loud, because Xia Lian was a little stunned, looking completely frightened.

She stiffly put down the pair of Wenmo's old shoes, standing there anxiously, her small feet, encased in white socks, subtly curling inwards, a testament to her unease.

Seemingly thinking she had done something wrong, Xia Lian lowered her head, somewhat unable to look Wen Mo in the eye.

"Ah, no, don't be nervous...!" Realizing he had frightened the girl, Wen Mo quickly comforted her, "Wait a moment."

After saying that, Wenmo turned around and took out a paper bag from the side, which was the one he had bought on the way.

"Here, take this." He opened the bag and handed it over.

Xia Lian caught it subconsciously, then paused, already able to see what was inside from the open opening.

"A pair of...slippers?"

A pair of slippers lay quietly in the bag, their pink and white exteriors small in size, adorned with a cute cat paw print and lined with fleece. They were comfortable to wear in both summer and winter, and overall, a very adorable pair of slippers.

"This is……?"

“These are for you to wear. After all, there’s a new owner in the house, so we need more slippers, right? I can’t let you wear my old slippers, that would be ridiculous.”

He awkwardly scratched his cheek, not daring to look her in the eye. It was the first time in his life he had given a girl a gift, and he was unexpectedly embarrassed. "Consider it a gift for our first meeting. Try it on?"

Xia Lian was stunned, staring blankly at the slippers, remaining silent for a long time.

Seeing that she was looking at the slippers without saying anything, Wen Mo thought she was not very satisfied, so he hurriedly explained:

"I just thought the color and style would suit you, so I bought them. If you think the pattern is too childish and you don't like it, we can exchange them for another pair, I..."

Xia Lian remained silent for a long time, then quietly placed the slippers on the ground, gently slipped her small feet, still covered in socks, into the slippers, moved them left and right a couple of times, and found that the size was just right.

Wen Mo stood there stunned for a long time before he reacted, then lowered his head and scratched his cheek. "It's...it suits you quite well."

It looks great.

Hearing the answer, Xia Lian opened her mouth slightly, her lips trembled a little, and she stared at him for a long time.

A hint of clarity had returned to those empty eyes.

"Thank you... thank you..."

I've lost count of how many times I've thanked you.

But since that incident, Xia Lian's words have never been as warm as they are now.